Terry took out his phone and then said, “Ah . . . another party. This one was at Kneed Loft. I went with Lucy. We both got wasted, and then we went back to my room . . . she spent the night. We went to brunch in Greenbury on Sunday morning. Health and Hearth. I hate that place but she loves it.” He continued to consult his schedule. “I worked out . . . I had an appointment at the writing center at four.”

“Did you show up?”

“Yeah, of course. My tutor was Liz. We worked on my Native Americans of the Southwest paper. The Pueblo revolt of 1680 and the recapturing of the land by Spain under Diego de Vargas Zapata Lujan Ponce de Leon.” He grinned. “The mind is still working.”

“Good for you,” Decker said. “What did you do after that?”

“I went to dinner at the dining hall. Then I guess I was in my dorm all night. My door was open. It’s always open unless I’m doing my business with my woman. People coming and going. Lucy came over at around ten. She left at twelve and I went to bed.”

“We are now at Monday.”

“I had classes. Then I had practice. Then I showered and did a little work. And then Lucy came over and we went to a party at Palm Hall in Littleton. Lucy came back with me and . . .” He grinned a third time. “We are now up to date.”

“I need phone numbers,” Decker said. “We’ll need to verify everything.”

“Go ahead,” Terry said. “I’m down with that. Angeline and I hadn’t been together for a year. Like I told you, I moved on.”

“But you’ve been in contact though.”

“A few texts here and there.”

“You’ve spoken to her on the phone as well.”

“When she called me, I didn’t hang up on her.”

“Did you ever call her?”

“Not once I found out she had someone else.”

“Yeah, the freak. John something . . . do you recall his last name? There are a lot of Johns out there.”

“I’ve been thinking. Leather . . . Letter . . . it’s something like that.”

“Keep thinking. You’ll nail it down. And in the meantime, tell me about him.”

“Pretentious arty type.”

“You’ve talked to him?”

“Well . . . no.” Lance blew out air and took a swig of coffee. “No, he just looks pretentious. Really, really skinny. Like he lives on air or something. He has a scrawny beard and a long braid down his back. He wears black—including a black hat.”

“Hipster meets hippy,” McAdams said.